The second my hand held the nob, I was sitting in that room again.
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Looking at the scrape on my knee as I walk down the airy and empty hallway, my tired heart beats with uncertainty. Am I scared? I don't know. I feel tired. I feel like I'm dreaming... and I'll never wake up. It's at this point that I'd like to cry for my mommy. But I don't have that.
So, I'm not mental. I physically ran, I have proof.
So... Where does that put me? Am I in a coma? Can I feel pain in a coma? When I hurt my knee, It didn't hurt but, looking at it now... still doesn't hurt.
I don't feel cold, hot, or pain. Every since 'last night' when I noticed it. Well, no, I haven't felt cold since I got distracted by my anger. I've never felt such anger before.
Did I have a heart attack and fall into this coma? But I'm only ten, how do I have a heart attack so easy? ... How do heart attacks work?
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What am I doing thinking about useless things!
I am awake, I feel it. It's also not in my head anymore, thanks to my trusty knee scar.
So what is it? As I turned another corner in this seemingly never-ending hallway, I bumped in the apple of their eyes.
Beatrice.
Hmm, interesting.
Beatrice looked at me with a dumb expression, acting shock to see me. She looked me up and down and then continued staring, her face moving into different expressions. It's just like with her parents... Everything becomes quiet and .... Huh? I can move this time?
I flexed my fingers and looked around. I'm full mobile this time, a little stiff, but I can move. I can feel this confusion and fear inside me, but something kept it in. Resistance to trauma? I'd say waking up in the twilight zone is very traumatic. But I cried and cried, I hid, and I shook in fear. I'm not one to do the same thing over again. I already learnt from small that tears won't help me.
If I cry too loud, nanny will spawn in and kick me in the head.
Let's see. Anything I do now will not be 'counted' to anyone else but me, so it seems. I can't leave, and she isn't *really* looking at me. What can I do? Wait...
It's a scene! The scene plays out no matter! Ah, I'm a genius! But.. When do these scenes start? Maybe when I'm not in a scene, that's when it's safe to get away. But I need to know how these scenes work...
"Brother..." She spoke. She looked at me expectingly and smiled, waving slightly.
The switch between her faces was from 'ew' to 'teehee'. Am I ew? Is that it? Maybe what that 'scene' really was, is just their inner monologs being seen outward. But why? And am I the only one who sees?
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Nobody's Boy [Book One]
FantasyThe life of 'Boy'. The unloved child, abandoned for the first and only 10 years of his life by both parents, left to raise himself. Now, his cruel father has sent for him to play the role of protective Big brother to a little sister and devoted so...